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Fenn’s eyes flared as he unlaced his trousers, shoving the leather down his thighs. “You’re certain?”

Vesryn’s armor came off in swift, exact motions, leather and steel dropping into the grass. “I need to see what I’m up against.” He yanked his tunic over his head, the cloth crushed in one fist. “Make her come. I’ll make her come harder.”

Heat climbed Serenna’s neck, edged with irritation. Somehow, they’d made a contest of pleasing her and left her out of it.

Fenn cast the rest of his clothing aside, naked and entirely unashamed. His fingers closed around his length, his forearm flexing through one slow, insolent stroke as he held Vesryn’s gaze.

“Careful, princeling. I already know what makes her scream my name.” His mouth curved. “Think you can bear hearing it?”

“Keep talking about me like I’m not here,” Serenna snapped, folding her arms across her chest, “and you’ll both get very acquainted with your own hands tonight.”

Fenn’s claw dropped to the grass. Both males went still, their attention whipping to her.

“Here’s what I want.” Serenna reached for the strap at her shoulder. She freed one guard, then the other, letting the leather fall before loosening the ties at her sides.

“Fenn goes first—and not because I want him more.” She stripped to the waist, evening air cooling her bare skin. “Choosing him first doesn’t mean I choose you less.”

The crumpled tunic Vesryn had been holding slipped from his fist into the grass.

Serenna shed her boots and worked her trousers down her legs, kicking free when the leather bunched at her ankles. Fenn watched the clothing peel away before his eyes traveled upward over every inch she’d bared, his tongue circling the point of a fang. Vesryn’s focus lingered on her breasts before descending to the crease between her thighs.

“Your terms, she-elf,” Fenn murmured against her ear. “We follow.”

His fingers closed over her shoulder and worked into a knot she’d carried for hours. The muscle softened under the pressure until a groan broke free. For one shameless instant, she considered demanding an hour of that before either male touched her anywhere else.

Vesryn’s palm landed on her thigh, sliding higher until his thumb rested just shy of where she ached.

Fenn’s mouth brushed her neck. One fang skimmed the tender hollow beneath her ear, sending pleasure low through her body. Serenna tipped her head back and let her eyes fall closed.

She felt her reaction cross through the bonds. Vesryn’s fingers tightened high on her thigh, holding her closer as Fenn’s lips lingered against her skin.

Vesryn’s jaw worked as his gaze fixed on Fenn. “Bite me.”

Fenn went wraith-still. “You’re serious?”

Vesryn rolled his eyes. “I’ve felt what too much venom does. I’ve yet to understand why she enjoys it.”

“As you wish.” Fenn’s mouth curved. “But we’re doing it my way.”

“What does that—”

“Lie down.” Fenn reached across Serenna and planted a palm against Vesryn’s shoulder. Vesryn held firm before he yielded, letting Fenn shove him back into the grass.

Fenn leaned over him, fangs flashing victoriously.

“I’ll show you my favorite spot.”

CHAPTER 39

SERENNA

The earth jolted under Serenna when Vesryn struck the grass beside her, his bare body pale against the crushed green blades. Fenn knelt at his hip, his length hard, and settled a palm on Vesryn’s knee. The moment it slid higher, Vesryn snatched Fenn’s wrist.

Fenn stilled. “Your move, princeling.”

Vesryn kept Fenn’s wrist pinned, holding his gaze. Then he released him. “Do it.”

“Give him something more interesting than me to focus on, she-elf.” Fenn’s fangs extended as he idly circled a talon along Vesryn’s thigh.